Reality Is A Harsh Teacher

Oval Office Shocker: Turns out Pootie-poot isn't
a Republican, and you can't make a deal-deal with him.

In the timeless words of John McClane:

Shocking only to Trump, the only actual leverage the US has over the Kremlin is making sure as many of their troops get sent home in body bags as possible, until they too get a Reality Check. Which is always a happy thought when Russian leaders are being Russian leaders, since forever - paranoid, psychotic, and stuck in delusions of grandeur. On its best day, Russia is Mexico, with nuclear weapons.

Oh yeah: We Told You So.

So much for 47 playing 89-dimensional chess. We aren't surprised to get this right by Putin being Putin, as always; only that he waited 10 whole weeks to underline it in the fresh blood of civilians.

Now that Reality has entered the chat, Trump has two choices: 

a) continue his original course to make Ukraine his administration's Afghanistan withdrawal, (on the theory that the quickest and best way to end a war is to surrender, in this case by throwing an entire nation under the bus) or

b) shove an enormous barbed-wire encrusted baseball bat up Vlad's hindquarters, and break it off forcefully. (IOW, stop using your head only as a hat rack, Mr. President, and stop listening to the idiots advising the Quisling Strategy.)

If you're keeping score at home,

Aesop                    1

Any Day Now™     0

Sunday Music: Let 'Em In

 

Only Paul McCartney, 6 years post-Beatle breakup in 1976, could sit down and write a song about the foot traffic to his home, and ride it to #3 in the US, the UK, and Canada. That's before we get to it being a pop song featuring both a trombone solo and a military snare drum rhythm section. When you're that good, you're that good.

Kash Is A Klunker

They promised the Moon.
They delivered a Moon Pie.
Half-eaten, with the frosting melted off.
If you'd bought a horse as lame as this DoJ,
you'd shoot it in the head. Out of pity.

Ghislaine Maxwell is still doing 20 years in federal prison for pimping underage girls to...nobody, apparently.

And Epstein didn't kill himself.

Sunday Music: I Can Dream About You

 

Best cut from the soundtrack of 1984's Streets Of Fire, a way-ahead-of-its-time neo-noir rock and roll fairytale directed by Walter Hill (voted #1 in best use of busses crashing in motion picture history), ably lip-synced in this video by the movie's faux do-wop group the Sorels. You can see the song by actual artist Dan Hartman here. The movie sadly flopped, but this track from the penultimate scene in the movie rode all the way to #6 on the Billboard charts.

This Explains So Much...

One is reminded of nothing so much as Lincoln's quote
to McClellan about the Army Of The Potomac:
"If Pam and Kash aren't going to use the entire DoJ
for anything important, I should like to borrow them
for a few months..."

SS;DD

Your Terms Are Acceptable

h/t WRSA

Sunday Music: 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover

 

Paul Simon's single from his fourth studio album released in late 1975 went all the way to the top of the charts in early 1976, becoming his only Number One as a solo act. A simple tune, people overlooked the fact that he came up 45 ways short in the lyrics.

Guaranteed

Sunday Music: Ebony Eyes

 

Former Fleetwood Mac member Bob Welch put out a solo album in 1977, which spawned a couple of hits for him. This is one of them, which hit #14 on the US charts.

Since You Asked

h/t WRSA

Yeehaw! Wait...WTAF?!?

Anybody: Did someone slip meth into the drinking fountains
on the three days a year your goofy legislature meets?!?
This is the kind of crazy shit I expect from Sacramento.
Karma's a bitch.